I am one of the lucky ones.  My father has always been there for me, and he is a large reason I am who I am.  He is the reason I always push my chair in with my meals, I sit up straight,  I have a very strong hand shake, and most importantly, he is the reason why I hold such a strong respect for myself as well as others.  My father always nutured me as a photographer.  When I was thirteen, I received my first SLR, a Minolta X700, and my first flash, a Sunpak (that I still use today).  I vividly remember sitting on the floor of my parent’s bedroom next to the huge maroon leather chair as I opened up my camera and supplies.

Throughout high school, my father and I would take a trip during Spring Break.  After each trip I would hand him between 10 – 15 rolls to develop and he never questioned why I took so many pictures.  Well he may have questioned it, but he always got everything processed for me.  🙂

My father has always supported me in all of my endeavors, even those he never fully understood.

I am a very lucky daughter.

Happy Father’s Day!

My Father & Me (1981)